The hit on Gomez wasn't successful and my mood goes from bad to worse. Adding to the cartel's fuck up, the son of a bitch who sent me the last two hookers cut me off. Says he wants nothing to do with more disappearing prostitutes because the other women in his stable are rebelling. I smell bullshit. I'm willing to pay big money and he had no problem taking it the last time.

I need to fucking pound some snatch and then snuff out the life of said snatch to keep my cool. Nothing is ...